News were full of sour relationships and gender violence alongside murder or suicidal cases, who dared stop loving? -Kelvin Omondi.
To love was to share a feeling until it turned out to be a murder and bury stories. At long last, fourth day after a decade day was here for lovers on outshining the bachelors. Cravings were heightened by the flowers and roses all over as everyone fought and opted for outings and surprises, what a valentine's day?
To Sarah, all she ever wanted was a phone call or rather a text message asking her for a date, or a petty happy valentines day wish from whoever saw she was worth it. Now that all her friends were lingered in posting WhatsApp status update, it lowered her morale and literally killed her self-esteem. There was this adorable, appealing to the senses poster posted by her close friend and sister yet not blood tied, in a close disclosure, the two in the picture were kissing and firmly holding each other to the teeth, she was half-naked and he was a bare chest, his masculine biceps, and triceps evoked a weird sensation sweet tasty feeling that made her heart ponder, it was a hell of fire burning at her ambered hearth at heart, I mean all she could afford to shout out was a narrow trickle of tears channeling down her eyes, why always me? She theoretically asked herself without correctly securing an immediate answer.
Aminah was her close childhood friend and whom she trusted so much more of a sister, of late their friendship was deteriorating drastically to an alarming rate, at some point, she questioned her about the same but Aminah responded that she was busy and attached to her studies as the terminal exams were on the corner.
Here she was to accept the reality however bitter it was. This was Aminah and Sailor caressing in that rosed picture, the long time lover that she loved with all her heart, first love with whom she knew they will get married and live forever as one, he broke her heart two weeks earlier before the most praised Valentine's day, was this the pain of finding yet losing oneself? She inhaled before forcefully exhaling to cool down her pounding heart that pondered for love, an innate resentment that will...
To love was to share a feeling until it turned out to be a murder and bury stories. At long last, fourth day after a decade day was here for lovers on outshining the bachelors. Cravings were heightened by the flowers and roses all over as everyone fought and opted for outings and surprises, what a valentine's day?
To Sarah, all she ever wanted was a phone call or rather a text message asking her for a date, or a petty happy valentines day wish from whoever saw she was worth it. Now that all her friends were lingered in posting WhatsApp status update, it lowered her morale and literally killed her self-esteem. There was this adorable, appealing to the senses poster posted by her close friend and sister yet not blood tied, in a close disclosure, the two in the picture were kissing and firmly holding each other to the teeth, she was half-naked and he was a bare chest, his masculine biceps, and triceps evoked a weird sensation sweet tasty feeling that made her heart ponder, it was a hell of fire burning at her ambered hearth at heart, I mean all she could afford to shout out was a narrow trickle of tears channeling down her eyes, why always me? She theoretically asked herself without correctly securing an immediate answer.
Aminah was her close childhood friend and whom she trusted so much more of a sister, of late their friendship was deteriorating drastically to an alarming rate, at some point, she questioned her about the same but Aminah responded that she was busy and attached to her studies as the terminal exams were on the corner.
Here she was to accept the reality however bitter it was. This was Aminah and Sailor caressing in that rosed picture, the long time lover that she loved with all her heart, first love with whom she knew they will get married and live forever as one, he broke her heart two weeks earlier before the most praised Valentine's day, was this the pain of finding yet losing oneself? She inhaled before forcefully exhaling to cool down her pounding heart that pondered for love, an innate resentment that will...
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